It’s all staged.

I was standing in front of a mouth piece. Or rather the mouth piece was standing in front of me, expecting me to take the first step. I hesitated. May be I hesitated a little too long, for hours had passed, without any change in the status quo. For some strange reason the audience was getting impatient. And were beginning to mutter their annoyance, which was growing with every second. I was feeling uneasy, but no clue what got into them. Even the mike, as if emboldened by the developments, was beginning to squeal and wail. I tapped it a couple of times to make it behave. I started tapping the audience as well to make them stop. But this seemed to aggravate the matter. I soon realised the genetic structure between the two are different and hence they would react differently to different stimulations. To change things, I started pinching. Things did change. People started jumping on their seats but one particular gentleman was upset over the whole proceedings as the ladies on the immediate front row started throwing their palms at his face. Possessive husband were sacrificing their posterior for their wives. Some unscrupulous people among the audience took it rather too literally. They pinched people off their hats, wallets, hankies, clips, underwear, socks, ties, cufflinks, combs, matchboxes and things. I thought the people were enjoying themselves. It didn’t really matter I was standing there, totally ignored.